His to Taste

by Winlock, Jacqueline

  She smiled to herself and figured that she might as well use a little bit of good ol’ feminine wiles to get out of a ticket. She quickly tugged her tube top lower to reveal more of her soft cleavage, and dragged her skirt a little higher to reveal almost the tops of her thighs.

  When he finally approached her window, she nonchalantly played with one of her pigtails and said, “Good morning, officer. What seems to be the problem?” She shamelessly fluttered her eyelashes at him and slightly pouted her lips.

  Giving her a lazy grin, Officer London said, “You seem to be in quite a rush this morning, miss. Hand over your license and registration and I’ll see what I can do with you.”

  He took her proffered documents and returned to his car. After running her information, he noted that she had a clean record without any infractions. He let her stew in her car for a few more minutes before he returned with her paperwork.

  “Have you been drinking, Miss Williams?” he asked, casually leaning into her window.

  She emphatically shook her head. “No, sir,” she said. “I was just running late to class, and I’m really sorry for speeding. Do you really have to write me a ticket?” She nervously chewed on her plump lower lip, and stared up at him beseechingly.

  “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of your car,” he said sternly. He straightened up to his full height and opened her door. “You’ll need to perform a few sobriety tests for me.”

  Jenny gasped in shock at the turn of events. Her false bravado had quickly trickled away when he had forced her to twiddle her thumbs in her car as he ran her information. She was on the Dean’s List and had never broken a law in her entire life.

  “Please, officer, “ she said, wringing her hands. “I swear that I’m not drunk and I’ve never done anything wrong in my entire life! Isn’t there anything I can do for you, sir?”

  Officer London loomed over her and drawled, “You were speeding, Miss Williams. Now you’re asking a police officer to repeat himself, and you’re on the verge of offering a bribe? Tsk, tsk, Miss Williams. You’re being a very naughty little schoolgirl.” He opened the door wider and brusquely gestured for her to get out of her car.

  Jenny gulped, tugged her skirt back down as modestly as she could, and slowly stepped out of her car. She could feel the officer’s hot gaze as she stumbled slightly on her shiny black stiletto heels. She quickly found her balance on the pebbly dirt road and waited obediently for his instructions.

  Officer London groaned inwardly when he saw her luscious round tits jiggle under her tight tube top as she lost her footing. He was about to reach out a hand to steady her, but she had caught herself in time. The more her small pale hands tugged self-consciously at the short hem of her miniskirt, the more it emphasized her long toned legs and creamy thighs. He cleared his throat gruffly and said, “Now, Miss Williams, when you’re ready, go ahead and walk a straight line for me to that tree. Keep your arms straight out. Now walk.”

  Jenny dutifully did as he asked and paused at the tree. She hesitated before stepping forward and waited for his next request. He nodded his approval and said, “Now head back towards me, Miss Williams.”

  She walked back and winced when a small pebble lodged itself in her heel. She tried to shake it loose which only made her teeter slightly and drop her arms.

  “Arms up!” he barked, and she quickly threw her arms back up to the appropriate position. She stopped abruptly when she stood directly in front of him. Shyly averting her gaze, she held the position until her arms started to ache.

  Officer London smirked down at her and said, “Good girl. Now walk over to my patrol car and stand facing away from me.” He followed closely behind her as she complied.

  “Now,” he said. “I’m going to search you to ensure that you don’t have any concealed weapons or drugs. Spread your legs and place your hands on the back of your head.”

  Jenny’s eyes widened in shock when she felt the officer’s large warm hands gently stroke her slender calves.

  “Oh, sir!” she cried. “I swear that I have nothing on me! Please, is this really necessary? Why don’t you just write me the ticket and I’ll be on my way...and within the speed limit this time, I promise!” She stiffened when she felt his hands trail slowly up the back of her knees.

  His grip tightened slightly and he said, “Are you presuming to tell an officer of the law how to do his job, Miss Williams?”

  “N-n-no, officer,” she mumbled. “You’re right, sir. I shouldn’t have broken the speed limit.”

  He gentled his grip again at her quiet admission. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Now relax and let me resume my search.” He caressed her inner thighs and softly massaged her flesh. He felt her thighs quiver and he smiled at her response.

  She bit back a moan when his questing hands trailed further up her skirt. Jenny knew it was wrong of her to feel so horny at his touch, but she couldn’t help her reaction. She fought the urge to sway closer towards his body and gritted her teeth. If only his hands would just brush against her aching pussy lips...

  Jenny was torn from her reverie when he suddenly removed his hands from her flesh. The absence of his strong warm hands made her want to protest in frustration. She could feel a single droplet of her pussy juice trail slowly down her inner thigh and she clenched her fists in her hair.

  “Miss Williams,” he said. “Some female perps have been known to hide their contraband in their intimate areas. Do you give me permission to touch you there?” His long thick cock grew even harder when he saw that she was already sopping wet and he automatically knew her answer.

  “Um...yes, officer,” she muttered quietly, ashamed yet emboldened by her arousal. She begged him silently to continue touching her. She yelped in surprise when he gave her a slight spank on her bare ass.

  “I didn’t hear you, Miss Williams,” he growled dangerously. “Say it louder.”

  “Yes, officer,” she bit out reluctantly. “Yes, you have my permission to...um...touch me there.” She unconsciously thrust her ass towards him and held her breath in anticipation.

  “Tell me where I can touch you,” he said sternly.

  “My...um...intimate areas, sir.”

  “For the record, I need you to be more specific, Miss Williams.”

  She shuddered in her lust and whispered, “My..um...pussy, sir.”

  “Very good, Miss Williams,” he said. “And where else?”

  “You can touch my ass.” She swayed closer towards him until she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

  “And where else may I touch you?” he asked, stubbornly withholding his touch.

  “I want you to touch my tits, sir, and my mouth, and anywhere else on my body that you want to touch, officer.” She could feel her pussy juices dripping farther down her thighs now as she ached desperately to have further contact with him.

  “Good answer,” he said. “Now lean forward and place your hands on the hood of the car.”

  She scrambled to obey his command and almost wept in pleasure when she felt his hands cup her ass cheeks and squeeze. Jenny arched her back when his long fingers delicately traced her wet pussy folds. She thrust her hips back so that his fingers could delve deeper into her, but he held her hips fast.

  “Hold still,” he said gruffly. “Hold still and let me complete my search, Miss Williams.”

  She moaned in protest and cried, “Yes, officer, but please, oh, please just touch me!” She gasped in delight when she felt his warm breath on her aching pussy and gritted her teeth to keep from writhing against him.

  Officer London gently parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and started licking her dripping slit with long leisurely strokes of his tongue. He nuzzled deeper into her soft quivering flesh and flicked at her aroused little clit until she shuddered against him. She could feel herself on the verge of an earth shattering orgasm, and she whimpered in need. He responded by shoving two long fingers into her and finger fucked her as he suckled on her sensitive clit.
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br />   “Oh, god, officer!” she wailed as she felt her inner walls tighten around his thrusting fingers. She fisted her small hands against the hood and let herself get swept up by her orgasm. Her legs shook as he firmly rubbed on her G-spot and she felt as if her body weight was supported by only the car and his masterful fingers and clever tongue.

  Jenny screamed as she finally came and soaked his mouth and chin. His grip on her hips were almost painful as he devoured her sweet cream, and she grew limp as the waves of her orgasm ebbed.

  He gently nipped at her ass cheek and she moaned at the sensation. “Your pussy is delicious, Miss Williams,” he said. “I didn’t taste any contraband, but I ought to do my due diligence and fuck you hard and deep just in case I might feel anything suspicious.”

  She heard him unzip his fly and she shuddered when she felt the hot silky head of his thick cock trail up and down her soaked slit. He yanked down her tube top and roughly fondled her tits. “Now,” he growled. “Do you give me permission to fuck your sweet little pussy with my hard cock?”

  “Please, officer!” she rasped, hungrily grinding her pussy against his rigid phallus. “I’ll die if you don’t fuck me right fucking now!”

  A strangled cry escaped her lips when he lined up his cock and thrust himself deep into her pussy with one swift slam. Jenny had never felt so thoroughly stretched before and she reveled in his strength as he grabbed her hip with one hand and caressed her soft breast with the other.

  He rolled her taut pink nipple in his fingers as he expertly drove his cock deeper and harder into her tight pussy. She whimpered breathlessly with each strong thrust of his pistoning hips and she loved his masterly dominance over her responsive body. She could feel his breath panting on the side of her neck and she shivered from the exquisite sensation. He nipped softly at her neck and groaned when her pussy tightened in response.

  Officer London couldn’t believe his luck that he was balls-deep in such a gorgeously submissive college girl. Her tight little pussy felt like heaven as he hammered into her over and over again. He let go of her luscious tits and roughly grabbed one of her braids. She arched her back and cried, “Oh, yes, officer! Pull on my hair!” She moaned when his other hand began to play with her delicate clit.

  Jenny’s entire body was engulfed in almost unbearable pleasure. She loved the pleasure pain of his strong grip of her hair, and the sensation from her nipples rubbing against the smooth hood of the car. He changed the angle of his thrusting and swirled his fingers around her tender clit. She screamed in bliss when his cock started pounding against her G-spot and felt herself coming once more.

  Officer London groaned and nearly came when he felt her pussy walls squeeze his cock almost painfully as she rode out her orgasm. He forced himself to hold still as she gently rocked against him, drawing out every last bit of ecstasy. As soon as the last tremors shook her body, he withdrew and turned her around to face him. He reached into his patrol car and grabbed his jacket. She looked at him dazedly as he laid the jacket at their feet.

  He pulled her against him and started kissing her breasts and laving at her tender nipples. In between her moans, he murmured, “Miss Williams, you said that I had permission to touch your mouth. Will you let me fuck your mouth?”

  Jenny’s only answer was to drop to her knees on his jacket. He groaned and threw his head back when her small hands cupped his heavy balls and started firmly stroking his thick cock. She tentatively licked at the underside of his cock and tasted his salty pre-come and her own tangy juices.

  Officer London gritted his teeth and moaned when her hot mouth finally engulfed the head of his cock as she swirled her tongue rapidly. He caressed her hair as she started bobbing swiftly up and down his cock. He was too large for her to fit entirely in her mouth so her hands gripped his shaft and stroked in unison with her sucking.

  Jenny wanted to reciprocate the pleasure he had generously given her and figured that it was simply her civic duty to satisfy this upstanding police officer. As she worked his cock, his hands drifted to her pigtails and he gripped them like handlebars. She relished the feel of him losing control and luxuriated in the slight tug on her scalp. His moans grew louder and his hips started jerking convulsively into her hot mouth.

  Finally, he jerked himself out of her grip and gruffly asked, “Where would you like me to come, Miss Williams? In your hot mouth, on your creamy tits, or in your tight pussy?”

  Jenny gave his throbbing cock one last loving lick and purred, “Officer, I need you to come deep in my pussy.” She cupped his balls and gently squeezed, but was jolted from her feet when her grabbed her and boldly pushed her back against the hood of his car. She laughed in delight and spread her thighs for him as he positioned himself over her. He grabbed her ankles to spread her wider and drove his hard cock back into her inviting pussy.

  She cried out from the sensation and grabbed at his broad back, grinding herself back up against him. Jenny craned her neck and stared lustfully at his massive cock as he pounded deeper and faster into her. She could see the soft petals of her pussy lips pulling at his thick phallus as he fucked her. Her creamy juices glistened on his cock and she reached down with both hands to play with her aching clit and to stroke his shaft.

  When they were both panting raggedly as they approached their impending climax, she cried, “Officer, I’ve been a bad girl, and I need you to punish my pussy. Please fuck me hard! I want to feel your come deep inside me.”

  Her demands spurred him on and he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip as he plunged furiously into her aching pussy. Sobbing wantonly, she dug her fingernails into his taut ass and held on as he hungrily kissed her. As he devoured her soft mouth, he finally growled harshly and came in an overwhelming wave of pure bliss. She arched her back as he plunged deep against her womb and filled her with hot thick come as she had requested. She came one final time as she milked his cock dry with the rhythmic squeezing of her internal muscles.

  As they both gradually came back to their senses, he nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped at her flesh. She languidly stretched underneath him and grinned, “Thank you, officer, for the valuable lesson in public safety. If I promise not to speed again, can we meet here again next week?”

  He chuckled and kissed her gently. “Yes, Miss Williams.”

  By the time I reached the last paragraph, I found that it was so damn easy to fantasize that Mr. Cochran was the alpha stud in the story. I was barely halfway into my first official day of work and I had already used my boss as masturbation material. Damn it. The sheets were nice and cooling against my damp body and my breathing gradually returned to normal.

  I pictured Mr. Cochran in a police uniform bending me over the hood of his patrol car, and shivered as I gave my sated pussy one last gentle caress as my orgasm waned. Exhausted, I started to fade, but jumped in surprise when my phone’s text notification jolted me awake. Mr. Cochran was apparently getting hungry again and requested lunch in about an hour and a half.

  I sighed and reluctantly sat up, setting my clothes to rights so that I didn’t look so hopelessly rumpled. My hair was still relatively neat in a bun, and my cheeks were softly flushed. I dabbed on a bit of lip balm and headed downstairs to start my prep work for lunch. Since I had served such an indulgent brunch, I figured that Mr. Cochran would probably appreciate lighter fare for this meal.

  After tying on my apron,I prepped the salad greens and sliced some fresh strawberries, carrots, and cucumbers. I would toss those them later with some grape tomatoes and diced avocados. I made a sweet tangy vinaigrette by whisking together some olive oil, lemon juice, honey, and apple cider vinegar. Once I put the salad fixings aside, I mixed up the batter for fresh savory corn muffins with plenty of cheddar cheese and scallions. Since they would only take about a half hour to bake, I had plenty of time to broil a couple of salmon fillets when the muffins were cooling on a rack. I marinated the fillets in a simple marinade of lemon juice, olive oil, and plenty of salt and pepper.

 
As I laid the hot salmon fillets on top of the cool salad, I could hear Mr. Cochran’s solid footsteps coming down the hallway. I split two corn muffins in half and smeared them generously with butter. Our plates were still steaming hot when he sat down. I poured us both some sparkling water and quietly took my seat.

  He smiled warmly and said, “This looks great! The aroma from those corn muffins in the oven was driving me crazy. I bet they taste even better than they smell.”

  I shyly returned his smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cochran,” I said. “After such a heavy meal this morning, I thought you would want something a bit more refreshing for lunch.”

  We both dug into our plates and shared a companionable silence. He watched me thoughtfully as we ate, and I struggled to come up with a suitable topic to break the ice.

  Oh, hey, boss. Just so you know, I played with my pussy earlier while fantasizing that you were fucking me over a police car, but don’t you worry; I made sure to wash my hands before I handled your food. I felt my cheeks heating with embarrassment and ended up swallowing a chunk of carrot down the wrong tube.

  Coughing noisily, I hastily gulped down some water and tried not to wheeze. My eyes teared up and I was mortified when he quickly jumped up and started thumping my back to help dislodge the stupid carrot coin. After a few firm whacks, I managed to spit the rogue vegetable into my napkin, and sighed in relief.

  “Oh, my god...pardon me, sir!” I hoarsely mumbled, blushing with probably every fiber of my being. I took another sip of water and stared miserably at my half-eaten plate.

  “Are you alright?” he asked. I glanced back up at him and saw the concern in his deep blue eyes. He handed me another napkin to dab at my tears. I ducked my head with a brisk nod.

  He waited until I composed myself and we both resumed eating. “Tell me,” he began. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a bit nervous before you started choking. Is there anything wrong? Did you get a chance to look around this place? I know there’s a transition period when you get thrown into a new environment, but I hope you’ll feel comfortable here with me soon.”